Song of Blood and Wine

Hamlet Manor, decades ago.

"pa!" "pa!" "pa!"

The echo of the whip on the flesh resounded throughout the underground cell, and it could not disperse for a long time.

Every time the whip is beaten, the whip, which is several meters long and as thick as an adult's arm, will slash through the body forcefully, like the worst graffiti, causing hard-to-heal wounds, especially the dense whip. The barbs even took away a large piece of flesh on the contact surface at the moment of touching the flesh.

If it weren’t for the Blood Race physique, it’s strong enough to withstand the devastation of this special leather whip, if you change it to a human body, then a whip that you can use will be like the sharpest blade, and it will take them all over the body. The muscle skeleton directly divided into two.

This lashing sound has been in this underground cell for three days and three nights. The blood patriarch who executed the caning has been changed for a whole round, but the executed person has not shown the slightest repentance, and even when the blood on the top of his head was left at the corner of his mouth, he still licked a drop of blood. Licking, after enjoying his blood, he showed a very intoxicated expression.

"Eamon, you know your guilt!"

At the side of the executed person, one of the Elders bitterly accused him, in the eyes of this Elder, except In addition to anger, there is sadness that is hard to conceal.

"Ulna, my Master, are you talking about me, why am I guilty?" Although the body is already riddled with scars, it is on the face of the executed person, that is, Eamon , Couldn't see any painful look at all, it seemed that the lash that was enough to break the stone and gold was only scratching him for three days.

"You! You! You! After being addicted to blood, you sucked the blood of the same race and broke out of blood epilepsy. The Elders missed you for the first time and wanted to relax and give you relief. But what about you? Do it? Put up a desperate struggle, attacking Elders and the same clan, and even resurrecting the dead Elders and letting them fight for you. You are insulting the elders! Treason! Unforgivable! Sins are unforgivable!..."

The blood patriarch named Ulna became more excited as he talked, he scolded all the words in his head that could describe Emon.

Unfortunately, in front of Ulna, there is a wooden peg that seals power in his chest, which is tied up by iron essence chains and whipped by a whip, but the corners of his mouth are constantly rising. , As if he had heard countless rituals and hymns.

"Master, my Master, you have never drunk the blood of the same clan, you have never seen the twitching appearance of the same clan before death, you don’t know, what a sweet and beautiful memory that is! Ah hahahaha !"

Eamon's mad laughter echoed in the dungeon, as frightening and uncomfortable as the screams of evil spirits. Upon seeing this, Ulna just shook the head and returned to Elder's queue. At the same time, Ulna also suppressed the last trace of pity in his heart and the idea of ​​saving his proud disciple.

This person is out of help.

Next, another Elder stepped forward. He was the oldest and most powerful Blood Race in the Elder queue. The one who captured Emmon and brought him to justice was this Elder, Samir Hamlet. . As early as half a century ago, Samir had already possessed the Battle strength of Rank 4 Low Level. With the rich experience brought to him over the years, Samir was even comparable to the enemies of Rank 4 Middle Level battle strength.

But even if he took the shot himself, Eamon destroyed an arm and a leg, and almost lost half of his body. Until now, the strength of the newborn's arms and thighs has not been restored to the previous Peak state.

So, Samir hated the Blood Race traitor in front of him, Emmon Hamlet.

"Eamon Hamlet, in view of your countless charges and unrepentant attitude, I convict you in the name of the Great Elder of the Hamlet family! You will be deprived of Hamlet’s surname and your name Will disappear forever in the family genealogy, and you yourself, as an outlier Blood Race, will accept the highest penalty of Blood Race! Confinement!"

Outlier Blood Race refers to those who have no family background , Wild Blood Race, wandering in the wild, acting by instinct, this vocabulary is also recognized by all Blood Races, the most inferior identity!

When Great Elder said the words Outlying Blood Race and Confinement, the distorted smile on Eamon's face instantly disappeared, and his face at this time became extremely hideous. Eamon shook his body violently, trying to forcefully break free of the iron chain, but he was sealed with the power of Blood Race by the stake, he was unable to move even a little bit, and he couldn't even get the iron essence iron chain out of his body. The slightest noise.

After seeing Eamon’s reaction, Great Elder Samir finally showed a look of satisfaction. He cleared his throat and continued:

"The sky of the dead has descended on Nigola Except for the protection of Formation in large cities, other areas of the empire will only fall into endless darkness, and there will be no light on this manor. However, under the blessing of Emperor Goudus, the Hamlet family will The whole family migrated to the new capital, the city of Wayne."

"Of course, except for you, poor Emon. This cold and humid underground cell will be the last view before you die. I have set the expulsion Formation, any creatures with flesh and blood will not come close to this land, no one will come to save you, without your favorite blood, you are here for the last moment when you are tortured by hunger until you breathe. Repent! Hahahaha!"

"no! You can't do this to me! Kill me! Kill me! Ulna, my mentor, please give me a good time! No! Don’t go, you goddamn bastards, I’m going to kill you, I’ll definitely kill you, I’ll find you guys out, cramping and peeling your skin until the last drop of blood is drained!"

Eamon’s harsh roars and curses did not make any blood patriarch look back. In his ears, besides his hoarse voice, there was only the last vicious laugh of Great Elder, which lingered in his mind for a long time. Among them, it is difficult to disperse!